#adele kwong

one year

Meg felt quite sad she’d never gotten the chance to know Adele better. They’d hadn’t been strangers anymore, of course not, they’d even met up enough times for coffee and those meringue cookies that Meg would’ve even considered her a friend, — but they hadn’t been close enough for Meg to wonder straight away why at some point, she didn’t hear from the woman anymore. She’d always figured Adele had found who she’d been looking for and was now back in Boston. Or Korea, to give the bloke that surgery.

The truth, however, turned out to be a little more ugly, — unfortunately, not the kind of ugly plastic surgery could fix either.

Despite the fact that they’d only ever had the kind of friendship that never really ran deeper than the occasional coffee and some gossiping, — Adele had been easy and fun to hang out with and that was something Meg had sorely needed — Meg knew that if she’d tried harder, they could’ve actually become quite good friends. At least, she would’ve hoped so. Now it was too late to find out, though, and while people had told her it wasn’t really something she could’ve foreseen happening and nothing to really feel guilty about, it was still there.

Enough that it made her go visit the place where she was buried. The site was perfectly tended to, simple and beautiful and whoever must’ve arranged it must’ve cared about the woman a lot. Her mother, perhaps. That one friend she always used to mention, “too stoic for his own good sometimes.”

"I know you would’ve rolled your eyes so hard at your own luck," Meg muttered, shaking her head a little. "Should’ve knocked wood when we talked about the evil brother, right?" Her mouth twisted down, soft sigh leaving her lips as she leaned down and placed some white roses on her grave. "Would’ve made them out of meringue, but I didn’t want birds to come and make a mess of your resting place."

Briefly laying her hand on top of the stone, warmed by the sun, Meg let her eyes take in the name. The dates. Adele had been her age… it was scary to contemplate how quick it could go. “I’ll come back. Someone needs to update you on all the shite going on, right?” Meg’s lips quirked slightly, as she patted the stone.

five years

"…I mean, he’s been handling this case for years trying to figure out who this ‘ghost’ was, right, and then it turns out Tristan was the one who’d sabotaged it, can you believe that?” Meg fingers tended lightly to the flowers standing on top of the grave, put there by someone who hadn’t been her, removing the wilting leaves and rearranging them a little so her own roses could be put there as well. “Plus, turns out I was actually friends with the ‘ghost’ too, so I had the answer all along, I just didn’t know it because Landon never discussed his case with me.” Meg shook her head. “My life’s starting to reach soap opera levels as well. I bet you would’ve laughed at me if I told you. We could’ve probably started a sitcom together.”

Meg was quiet for a while, before softly admitting, “I’m actually glad I didn’t know. I’ve already been keeping secrets from him, I didn’t need this to be another one. Does that make me selfish?” 

There was no reply, but Meg hadn’t really expected one. It was easy to simply talk as if Adele was there to listen, like she used to do back in the day. The only difference was that the stone never talked back; perhaps that was the point. She never would’ve told Adele these things if the woman had still been alive. Hell, perhaps they wouldn’t have even been in contact anymore after all these years, — but Meg had kept good on her promise and had come back none the less. “Listen, I have to go… I won’t be coming back for a while, I think. Landon resigned after this entire fiasco and we’re… well, I’m moving to California with him. There isn’t that much left here for me.”

Standing up straight, she patted the stone, like she always did. “One day, though. Bet I’ll have more to tell you than ever before. Better brace yourself.”

ten years

It took five years, but Meg did eventually return, and entire bunch of white roses gathered in her arms, for every year that she hadn’t been able to make it. “At least this time I can give you good news,” She announced upon putting them down and arranging them nicely. With a small grin, she held up her hand, showing off the wedding band. “I got married.”

Cas had been there and Evie and Roman, Lux and Anna, Emrys, Xander (though she’d asked him not to bring Ashley, knowing her connection to Spencer and thus, Tristan, — for Landon’s sake, more than hers). 

"Best day of my life, — well, not counting the one in Vegas I can’t seem to recall — though I’m sure you would’ve had a few things to say about what my brother was wearing that day." Trust Roman to show up in a glittery suit; or the jacket of the suit at least, almost pinning all the attention on him instead of Meg and Landon. Lux’d pulled a face at her, apologetic and bashful at the same time, but Meg’d only laughed at that point, too happy to give a shit. "I never asked what your stance on glitter was, though. Perhaps you would’ve liked it…" 

Meg scratched the side of her face, sucking in her bottom lip. “I can’t stay for long, unfortunately. But I’ll come back and give you the mega-update, don’t worry. Besides, I think there’s someone else waiting to visit,” She peered at her left, noticing the slender, black-haired man with Korean features hovering not too far away. “Your stoic friend?”